Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-04-03
SHIRT WAISTS


nearly died with terror, and Paul wa.
going TO rescue you or die!"
And then Mrs. Delorme made q sue
cessful attempt TO faint f8shiCnsblY
which gave Mr.. DelOrme and his dsughte
more trouble than a reception less hyp0-
critical would have done.
"What shall we do?-she has tainted
away" cried Mr.. Delorme, as he lifted
her from the floor and bore her TO sofa
"TiCkle 1er under the nose with 8
feather" said s. rough-looking man, with
dirty apparel, grizzly beard and matted
hair, who, accompanied by Paul Mailer
son, had followed Mr.. Delorme into the
room, though TIL then uuobseryed by
him.
The sound Of that mans voice seemed
20 have { magic effect upon Mrs. De
Iorme; for with q wild scream Of terror
she opened her eyes, looked at nm an in
slant with gaze Of fear and horror, and
then tainted in dead earnest.
"Who are you, sir, that daTes to intrUde
thus unbidden hera?" asked Mr.. Delorme,
angrilY. - ELS g.
easy, old gentleman; easy if you
please. That's rather q rough way to
speak to a relation" replied the stranger,
with 2 sneering GOODNESS not calculated
TO please the planter.
"Who are you, sir?" cried Mr.. DeIorme
augrily.
"Why, this boy here, Paul Malerson,
has ri5ht to call me father, and that
woman"
Gle is my long-lost brotner-oh, John,
John, have you risen from the grave?"
cried Mrs. Delorme, interrupttng him
quickly, while her face was as pale as q
bank of snow.
"Yes-her brother, old gentleman; 50
you may as well be easy In your tan
trums! I'm going TO make myself at
home In my sisters house, Ell, Hattie!"
And the rude stranger sat himself
down very cOolly on q silken ottoman;
and cutting huge qUid Of tobacco from
q plug with a long and savBge-loOking
knife, he proceeded to make himself COM
Portable.
The eyes of Mr.. Delorme blazed with
anger, although he was one OF the most
hospltaOle and gentle Of men; out the
manner of the stranger was inouffera0ly
rude and assuming.
excuse my poor brother, Mr.. De-
Iorme-raised sailor, ne IS not used TO
refinement. Leave us alone little
while l wish to learn by what miracle
he has been preserved, when we sup
posed him deadn'
at is singular, madam, that you did
not before inform me that your brother
was only supposed to be dead" said MIR.
Delorme, colby, as he led his daughter
from the room.
CHAPTER VII.
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this person." said Madam Delorme, pale
and trembling, after her husband LETT the
room.
"Poh. Hattie! l don't know as the
youngster is in the way. He IS my son,
and ought to know his fathers secrets"
A look Of sarcasm sat upon his ugly
face-in hers an expression of agony.
John Malerson," she SAID, in choked
voice, 81 ask for mercy at your hands"
"YOu shall have it, Hattie-thst Is, II
you pay roundly for it,"
"What does this mean, aunt?" asked
bad as he was, or rather worth
less, did not like the looks or the manner
of the man who called him son, and whom
he now saw tor the first time.
"Oh! Notwithstanding, PAUL Ask
me no questions now, but leave Us
Alone" she replied, in tone OF 9ntreaty.
The young man Obeyed, but unWill-
ingly.
$50, my girl, you thought by a change
of name end this rich marriage to elude
ME and make your own fortune, eh?"
sneered MslersOn, when they were alone.
"For Hevaen's sake. speak low; we
know not who may be listening" said
she, fesrfully.
81 care mott fear no man! have
rights, and will enforce them," said the
man, 5rutally.
"Oh, John! have mercy on me. Do
not ruin mel"
81 will without you come down hand
would at any rate, if you had
changed my boys name, or left him to
the mercy of the world. But L am poor.
must have money"
"If give you all have, will you leave
me and trouble me no more ?''
Eyes; that is, I'll not trouble you
while the CO lasts. Hand over the
lines, and I'm Of like dry corn from a
bet shovel"
Mrs. Delorme went to an inner room,
and then returned with q purse of gold
and 3 roll of bank notes.
"This is all have-now, for heavens
sake, 60" she said.
Chow much is there here?" he asked.
81 don't know-between three and four
thousand dollars-all that l have.
"Well, it will last me awhile, if don't
have bad luck. If 1 do, I'll send for
more; and if you don't send it I'll come
Tor it. Mark that, my fine lady. I'll